““Lewis, Taylor—Collins,” he began, addressing the new arrivals as he pulled a Sig-Sauer P226 from a holster beneath his jacket and screwed a suppressor into the threaded barrel, “you three take the back—go through the alleyway. Rogers and I will take the front.” He said nothing more, briefly brass-checking the chamber of his pistol as they began to advance across the street. Nothing more needed to be said—he’d led these men into battle before. And now, as then, they had their orders””
